Faced with Qin Fengming's powerful Spiritual Energy Sword Light attack, the short-bearded old man was terrified. In his panic, he immediately thought of a fact that made even his soul tremble.
Apart from a late-stage Great Cultivator of the Ghost Lord realm, who else could unleash an attack of such overwhelming might?
"If you surrender now, this Qin guarantees that you will die with your corpse intact." Qin Fengming neither confirmed nor denied it. A sharp glint flashed through his eyes, and he spoke with complete calm.
"Hmph! You want this old man to surrender? Dream on!" Facing Qin Fengming, a savage look flickered fiercely in the short-bearded old man's eyes. The muscles on his face twitched, and after gritting his teeth, he snarled.
As his voice fell, Qin Fengming saw a vast expanse of dazzling blue light burst out from behind the other man's shield. It was so brilliant that it hurt the eyes and so imposing that it shook the soul. Looking closely, he found that the blue radiance consisted of dozens of blue, glistening blades, each roughly three feet long.
The blades flashed violently before sweeping toward Qin Fengming, almost covering half the sky.
Before the numerous blades even drew near, a fishy stench so foul it made one want to vomit had already rushed into his face.
The blue blades were densely coated with an extremely potent poison. Even Qin Fengming could not help revealing a trace of wariness upon seeing it.
Facing this attack, Qin Fengming's heart stirred as well. Without the slightest hesitation, he flipped his hand, and the Spirit Devouring Netherflame flashed into existence. With a sweep, it transformed into a skyful of flaming rain that surged toward the dozens of blades bearing down like a landslide.
"Puff, puff, puff—" Amid a string